I remember the first time we met.
I was still struggling to mend myself when you came all of a sudden and held my hand.
You met me at a time I was bruised yet I gave you a ticket to enter my life unaware you were someone disguised.
You painted my walls yellow knowing that any amount of happy colour could not make me feel blue.
You offered me an umbrella when I was soaked in rain but it did not stop my tears from falling.
You didn’t have to give me air for a moment and then suffocate me in the end and when I was on the verge of healing, you decided to push me and smiled watching me fall.
I don’t know how many times I have ignored those red flags but now I have understood it was all real.
Even after bad haircuts, migraine attacks and night spent staring at the blurry turn of the ceiling fan and wondering what the point is.
I have always cried myself to sleep.
I just want to tell that you don’t have to fix me just to break me again.
Ankita Behera is an undergraduate in a bachelor of technology. An amateur writer and a keen nature lover who loves traveling. When asked about life, she says that she is trying to manipulate the truths & realities of her life and weave meaningful stories out of them.